I think I have the answer,
To the question of times.
Before the clock starts,
Some equations are solved.
Their roots are quadratic,
One lies in you,
The other lies in you,
You imagine it to be not you,
The problem is not with the root,
Neither with the equation,
The issue revolves with the perception,
Once you have it,
It's Quad Erat Demonstratum.
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